Usagi brings her a present too: a beautiful blade polishing cloth, which he apologizes for politely as being a mere trifle. She protests in turn, praising its beauty, and she delights in the delicate back and forth as they converse. She begins to understand a little why the Japanese put so much stock in conversation: it is as complicated as a kata, and as thrilling as sparring, but with the grace and partnership of a waltz. By the time he excuses himself to watch the arm-wrestling contest, she is pretty sure she's in love.